A glimpse of the undergrad experience I never had...

So suddenly it's warm in the city though not yet sunny, a muggy 75 degrees, and just like the blossoms on the trees frat parties have appeared seemingly overnight. If PSU had frats I wasn't aware of it, and in general PSU wasn't your typical school in that way. Well, I'm now getting first-hand exposure to the very sort of college experience you see in all of the movies, which by the way I had thought was probably fictitious. But oh no.

The path through campus that leads to the library is lined with student housing and frat houses, and as I lumbered by with my heavy backpack today I passed an endless number of buildings blasting music, with carefree undergrads holding plastic drink cups, dancing around, and engaging in various forms of debauchery. I caught snippets of drunken dialogue, and one guy saying "Man, I have been doing way too many drugs..." There were also a fair number of shirtless guys yelling "WOO!" I also saw a guy in handcuffs (hrmm?) and a seated girl who appeared to have puked all over herself and then passed out and was being assisted by EMTs. And all of this at 3pm.

Now, I'm not saying I necessarily want to be at one of these parties, and I certainly don't care to trade places with the handcuffs guy or passed out girl, but they sure do rub in the fact that one is trudging off to the library on a balmy Saturday. Boo.